Womens Murder Club Novels & Stories

"No shit, Sherlock. But the better question is, why did they take my mystery lady with them?" Wyatt's face scrunched into a grimace. "Shit, I thought the scent seemed familiar. Fuck, you don't think they're going to-" "Kill her like they did the others?" Cold fingers of fear squeezed his heart. "Not if we find her first. According to reports, the other women had been kept alive anywhere from a week to a month. We'll need to move fast." "Gee, like we've been sitting on our hands this entire time. We still don't have any more clues than before."

My first enemies in nothing less than 24 hours. "You got your locker and keys? " Charlie asked. I dangled the keys in front of her "Got them" From the side of my eyes in the dim lightening of the road I saw someone trying to catch up with us, a slender almost painfully thin girl with a mass of dark brown curls. I imagine a soft wind blowing her off. She smiled wide and waved, "Charlie, whose the new friend? " she asked in a high voice. "Jessica Underwood. Senior, Class 2". She glanced at me "Don't worry Zoe here is harmless, she was the constant butt of the Bad Boys Club "

The girls rush onto the dancefloor and begin a sexy dance attracting the attention of the males on the floor. As the night goes the party continues and the rain keeps falling down outside. "Hey ladies, can we go out to get something to eat, I'm craving something hot and spicy." "I know a place just around the corner from here." The girls have had a few too many and are giggling amongst each other already. Lauren gets really excited at the thought of food and shouts out loud. "Let's get some Indian food!" The girls shout out together. "Let's go!!" The girls leave the club only to find it storming outside. "Where are you parked, Susan." "No, it's not necessary to drive, the place is just down

The club cuts through the air with a whistle before slamming into the woman’s ribs. A choked gasp rips from her lips as she staggers sideways, her hand flying to her side. Maya doesn’t stop. She never planned to stop. She brings the club down hard on the woman’s shoulder, sending her crashing to the floor. The triplets watch in stunned silence, their small hands gripping their desks. The tutor scrambles back, her eyes wide in shock. “Y-You crazy—” CRACK. The club meets her thigh. A scream tears from her throat as she curls into herself, trembling.

I asked, and Niana beside me was looking at me and the girl trembling right in front of me, confused. "He...he didn't do anything." She replied and fidgeted her fingers. I sighed heavily and said, "I know he must have done something horrible, especially to the old members of the club." She didn't say a word. "I noticed that the club was full of ladies who are usually on top of their classes. Is he obsessed with intelligence?" I asked and moved closer to the girl. "I...I heard you are a murderer. Don't come any closer." She took a few steps away. I chortled.

She grunted with a terrible expression. "We're investigating the murder of our clan members. We would just like to ask you a question if it isn't too bothersome." "Strength, Speed, Attack, and Defense Clan." The woman's eyes twitched before she nodded, "Go ahead." "How long have you been in the forest?" "I see. Thank you." The four figures disappeared as the woman snorted. "First that snaky harlot, then that dangerous freak, and now this," the woman bit her lips as she recalled the figure in pitch-black clothes. The memory of being in that bloody world made her heart shudder subconsciously.

Courtney asked as the cab dropped us off at the club. "No, she doesn't need to know. I don't need her permission to go out," I said. We got out of the cab and walked into the club. The club was full of mostly werewolves besides some humans and Vampires that were mated to someone from the Full Moon Pack. "Hello, I wanted to sign up for the singing contest," I said to a woman taking everyone's name who wanted to sing. "Okay, Luna Justina," The woman said, shocking me.

Many were getting maimed or slaughtered by older, battle hardy males who were hoarding females. I was never worried about being hoarded by such males. Nobody wanted to square off with Remus. He had even frightened the two friends I had made into staying back. Kita would then speak to me through the woodline, under scrutinizing glare of Remus. Remus had never favored Kita, who was a rogue male. Kita was female crazy and eccentric. Too full of life and not enough of sense, Remus would say.

When women are oppressed, it's tradition. ― Letty Cottin Pogrebi “Men are afraid that women will laugh at them. Women are afraid that men will kill them.” ― Margaret Atwood “Life affords you infinite possibilities to pay more attention to what is actually happening. Not just around you but what is Inside you.” ―Jeff Warren

Candice, particularly, was finally back on her usual, pink-colored tank tops and glimmering golds of jewelry. Alice, on the other hand, felt like she needed to mourn longer. So, she decided to wear a black Avengers fit t-shirt paired with denim pants. The only thing that was not black on Alice’s body was her lucky necklace and her keychain that was dangling at the zipper of her Gucci bag. “Have you registered yet?” Leia asked as the two of them were waiting for Yu at the library. “Registered at what?” Leia gave her a look. “Literature club. Tomorrow’s the deadline for club registrations.”